Liar...

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Maya's P.O.V

Lucas and Riley just got into a fight. I think they broke up or something...

Lucas massages his temples and glares at me. "This is all because of you." He looks up at the sky and groans.

"She was right. You're a sneaky little bitch."

"Lucas, tell me you don't feel anything. Look me straight into my damn eyes and tell me you feel nothing for me." I caress his face softly.

He pushes my hand away and starts pacing back and forth. "Now I'm in this damn place stuck with you. We're leaving. Or, I'm leaving." He starts walking back to the truck. Too bad I came prepared.

I sprint to the truck and pull out my pocket knife I keep with me all the time. My dad gave it to me when I was like seven before he left. God, a seven year old with a knife? Damn.

I thrust the knife into the tire and pull it out. Lucas runs to me. "Maya what the fuck? What's your problem?" He tries to pull the knife from me but I instead shove him onto the ground and stuff the knife back into my black bomber jacket's pocket. I sit on top of him and smirk.

"None. I just wanna know how you actually feel." The color in his face fades as he looks into my eyes.

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We're lying next to each other, happy. Lucky for us, Lucas had some blanket in the back of his truck that's usually for the beach.

I face Lucas and softly kiss him. It turns into a slow, passionate one, with me on top of him again. He pushes me down and tugs my blouse and jacket off, revealing my sky blue bra. He pulls his shirt off and kisses me harder this time. I can feel his breath on my neck, the kisses lingering. Thank god no one else is here.

It's perfect.

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 18, 2017 ⏰

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